GOODBYE II
Goodbye to those
soft hands
Hands that are care
craft
Hands that are cologne
of comfort
Hands that wipe rains
from the
trenches in my river
beds
Hands that throttle the
empty space
in my skin
Hands that are open
clouds
Goodbye to those smiles
Smiles that are birds
flying and flying
in my forest
Smiles that are eternity
rings
Smiles full of waters
Goodbye to those secret
haunts
nights lost in trees
when sickle twirl and
whirl through
high canopies
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